Is Today The Day? (Bating;Closed}

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Silverpelt was dreaming the sweet scent of flowers. She was in a meadow with cherry blossom trees around it. The sweet scent filling her nostrils. This could've been the best dream ever. She soon felt something prodding her side waking her up. She woke up to see a hazy image of the den. Everything was blurry to her right now and this bothered her. Everyone was out on Patrol or Hunting she could tell. She woke up to feel a stick hit her side hard and knock out her breath. Today was a bad day for her and she was annoyed. She rolled to the entrance and stood up.

She poked her head out and looked around everything still hazy. She pulled her head back in and started pawing her eyes as everything became more clear. She soon walked out a strong breeze hitting her and almost knocking her over. Her blue gaze scanning thhe camp for any cat. She only scented one cat but she couldn't tell who it was. She walked out her tail brushing the entrance of the warrior's den. She stretched her muscles one at a time. First her back legs and then her front legs.

She walked down to the prey pile. Nothing looked good to her this mornign so she decided not to eat. She circled around the camp a few times before giving up. Her smell like the flowers in her dream. It seemed weird but the sweet smell of flowers was good to her right now. She found a shady spot under a oak tree and layed down. She was sprawled across the ground in the shhade. A cool breeze rufling her fur and relaxing her. Today was actually turning out better than she though it would. Nothing could ruin this day except an attack on camp... She felt in peace right now.

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[atrb=background,http://oi51.tinypic.com/30kd8k8.jpg] "You have to promise me that you'll apologize!" Green eyes stared blankly at the vertical walls of the warrior's den, seemingly burning holes into the structure. They watched nothing in particular, and the being who they belonged to looked either to tired to even blink, or to traumitized to get up. Paws hung limply from the side of the nest, barely dusting the flattened ground. They looked somewhat dirty on the tips, at though they had been in that position all night, picking up specks of dust that might have clung onto their toes. A single tail was wrapped carelessly around the rest of the creature's frame, providing little protection from any cold that might have made its way into the den during the night hours. "Who are you to be telling me what to do? I don't take orders from an apprentice! And besides, maybe I wanted to do what I did that night!" Batwing hadn't slept a wink last night. Arguements from sun high to sunset were all he could think of as he attempted to drift into slumber. Even if his dreams would have been filled to the brim with nightmares, the previous night would have been better then it was. He hadn't moved at all. Not once. And, even though exhaustion rules over him, he still could force himself to fall asleep. "Are you telling me you wanted to kill your clanmates! You're crazy, Batwing, crazy! And you're even crazier if you think I'd believe such a lie!" "Sh-shut up, Shadowpaw! Nobody asked you!" Moments ticked by, and the tom didn't move from his spot. Was what Shadowpaw said the previous day right? Perhaps he should apologize for his previous behavior... Or maybe he should leave the situation at where it was. Perhaps Silverpelt was so angry at him, she wouldn't be able to stand looking at him. Of course, these questions had troubled him since the sun had began to rise over the horizon. He'd long since given up on falling asleep since it seemed usless to try any longer. And he still couldn't awnser any of them. "You will say your sorry tomarrow, or I'll make sure you'll regret that you didn't." Suddenly, he felt movement and the sent of a certain she-cat grow more powerful. "Silverpelt..." he whispered, his voice groggy from a long night of silence. He suddenly became aware of the den around him and found that he was the only one who had not gotten up from his nest. Thank goodness no one had tried to awaken him - he might have very well gave them a claw or two to the face. Upon the only remaining warrior's exit, the tom forced himself to rise to his paws and stumbled outside into the heat of the sunlight. Oh how he prefered night time. The black warrior's gaze drifted to the she-cat who had exited the den only moments before he arose. His track of sight followed her shape as she padded towards the fresh kill pile, froze, padded around camp a couple of times, then planted herself on the ground in the shade of a large oak. To tired to make an attempt to pad over towards her, he fell to the ground, his rear end making a collision with the hard ground. He flinched for a heartbeat before relaxing and watching her once more. Someone ought to think he was stalking her. Silverpelt. Her name ran through his mind a few times, before he moved on to other thoughts. She was one of the two she-cats who had confessed their love to him - at least, living she-cat - and one of the two who had he had tried to murder only moonrises earlier. He hadn't spoken to her since. Was he ready to speak with her, though? Or was he more of a chicken then he forced himself to believe? And what if he did build up the courage to speak with her? How would she react after what he'd done? She'd hate him, he was sure. She'd hate him for the rest of eternity and attack him the moment she saw him walking towards him. Suddenly, a feeling of being watched washed over him. Was silverpelt looking back at him? ...No. Who knew what her gaze was fixed on. So who...? He turned his head only to see Shadowpaw, standing across the clearing, glaring daggers at him. She must have seen who he was staring at and figured that he was to much of a wuss to go talk to her. He knew what that glare meant. 'Go over and apologies or I'm going to torture you for the next moon'. It was either talk to someone, of have his face clawed; ten times over. In an awquard fashion, Batwing approached the silver tabby she-cat. He desperately hoped that she didn't see his legs shaking like he'd been thrown into a pile of snow. How was he going to do this? What would he say? He was about to back away, hoping that she hadn't noticed him, when he realised that Shadowpaw's amber gaze had not stopped burning into his own raven black pelt. There was no getting out of this now. He'd gotten himself into this mess. He had to get himself out. "Um... Silverpelt?" He hated the way his voice shook. "I... I need to... to talk to you..." Growling silently, he scolded, 'What's your problem? You're acting like a timid apprentice whose mentor looks about ready to eat them! Where's your warrior's courage? Get yourself together - you can do this!' Clearing his throat, he prepared to tell her what was on his mind. "I'm dieing." The black tom set on fire. 'Where did that come from?' he yowled to himself in disbeleif, letting his head dangle downwards and slapping a paw across his mussle. 'I'm not dieing! I'm not even sick! I'm nowhere near dieing! And that's completely irrelevant to the situation at hand! I'm a mouse brain, a mouse brain, a mouse brain!' The tom had never felt so embarassed in his life. The flesh beneath his fur was only getting redder by the second, and it felt as though the sun was forcing it's way into his pelt. 'Get yourself together. You are not letting her leave thinking that you have an experation date.' He protested, "No! Wait! That's not... That's not what I meant! I mean... I wanted to say... Arg! Why can't I talk to you like anyone else? What makes you so special that I can't even put together words around you?" He was panting now, his tail flicking angrily back and forth. As the words that had spilled out of his mouth rewound back in his mind, the tom suddenly felt terrible. What had he said? It was his fault for not being able to speak with her properly, not hers... "I'm sorry; I didn't..." Batwing trailed off, unsure of how to defend himself now. 1150 words • Woot! • Night • Awesome!

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Silverpelt stretched her jaws in a yawn the shade felt good in this heat. She opened her eyes once more to see Shadowpaw. She noticed Shadowpaw wasn't looking at her or rather looking. Shadowpaw was glaring at someone. She followed her gaze to see Batwing looking at her. She knew something was up but she didn't fee like doing anything about it. Today was just a day where she wanted to relax and think over things. She turned her head back to Shadowpaw and decided to get up and move before something happened. She didn't realize that as she was getting up Batwing was only a tail length from her. She sat down and looked at him waiting for him to say something. She listened to him stammer only to twitch her ears amused.

As he was talking to her she listened to him say 'No! Wait! That's not... That's not what I meant! I mean... I wanted to say... Arg! Why can't I talk to you like anyone else? What makes you so special that I can't even put together words around you?'. She interrupted him and said "Don't ask me that question ask yourself that question.". She was talking in her normal voice as she would talk to any cat. In fact she wasn't even mad at him for the other night. She didn't blame him even. She heard him say he was sorry and she looked at him.

She slowly swished her tail back and forth on the ground. She eyes steady and calm. She was little tired but she had no idea why Batwing was acting so different she was just another cat in the clan. She twitched her ear and said "You don't have to apologize I forgave you long ago. Also i'm not mad at you if that's what your thinking.". She couldn't find any reason to be mad at him right now. She decided it was too late to go for a walk and she would go later. She was gonna be here for awhile maybe.